Saturday, September 8, 2012


Love Poet: Neo-Latent

                                   

                                    Putting pennies on a railway line
                        got a bigger thinner penny
                                                molded to the rail
                        made a necklace I love you
            an ivory necklace so white
                        & so white
your smile & chimerical
            grottoes & pearl light ending the night

            O all your lures
of mind & matter but nothing reward           
            as your loose pile of flesh
                        so modern & complex

            on along the stone is rolling
leaving phrases flattened on the tar
            macadam

            at this spot said             I am
                        (an orange, falling
                                    purple, green & vivid black)
            here I said            I live
                        I lie            I lay             I loll
tension:            champagne & cork

            I have no money
                        echoes from the vault
                                    the stone rolls back
leave the sepulchre
            come to America
                        where going each day to the
                                    abominable office of foxy & poxy...
            statisticians
make a fortune

            a white cardboard sky
                        trimmed perfectly to match the jagged horizon

made love in the kitchen
            a metronome ticking

                        you make up good stories

                                                she said



Dick Russell
(from Wolfprints)

1 comment:

  1. Not the best way to memorialize Bruce Choppin who was "foxy" in the poem. I worked for Bruce when at IEA UNESCO in New York in the late 1960s. Bruce died some years later in "suspicious circumstances" in South America. Before that he was one of the few who visited me at Roughside in Northumberland.

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